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Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
Kera Magazine: Phone Flash! (2001) Showcase Of Japanese “Keitai Denwai” Movement, Accessorizing Through Customizing Flip Phones.
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Ada Limón, from “Only the Faintest Blue,” in The Hurting Kind
[text ID: in the sage-green air, I walked until / I was softer, until clouds, until I could / tame my colors and go back and cook / a lazy dinner.]
Emily Dickinson, from Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
—Andrea Gibson, "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
Ilya Kaminsky, Deaf Republic
september really scrapes what has remained of your heart off the pavement & glues it back together with freshly made honey & gently guides you hand-in-hand to the nearest pool of sunlight & implores you to look at the way it gilds even the most minute details of your surroundings in gold & patiently waits while waves of nostalgia crash into your chest anew & when you’re finally resurfacing it tells you love gleams in your eyes like nebulae
I’m such a fan of low soft lighting like turn off that room light and turn on a lamp bitch
I want to sleep with you, fall asleep and sleep. That magnificent folk word, how deep, how true, how unequivocal, how exactly what it says. Just—sleep. And nothing more. No, one more thing: my head buried in your left shoulder, my arm around your right one—and that’s all. No, another thing: and know right into the deepest sleep that it is you. And more: how your heart sounds. And—kiss your heart.
Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke featured in Letters: Summer 1926
Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)
It’s autumn it’s autumn it’s autumn it’s autumn ITS AUTUMN
— nipuna (via @nipsyyy)
Emily Dickinson, from Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson